hands and don't be afraid I'm gonna prove Baby what I've been sayin' I'm advertising love to anyone So won't you follow me at that way Boys come along
stay to the right Moving down the highways of my life So I shan't be concerned with the other side of the road Reading all the signs along the way Knowing
Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows
take the long way home see a lotta whips dipped out in chrome thinkin about a house but I can't get along so I day dream on my way back to my zone thinkin
, calling you Go on home your mama's callin' you Go on home your mama's callin' you Go on home your mama's callin' you Go on home your mama's callin'
of Abraham Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride, oh, what a way to
playin' at the club a Gogo in Newcastle, our home town And the doors opened one night and to our surprise Walked in the man himself, Bo Diddley Along
nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home Thangs are wrong Well not really, it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power
brought it home to you Along the way the colors ran The orange bled the blue Found a rug in an old junk shop I brought it home to you Along the way
picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home
him too much pain And keep him away from planes Cause my baby hates to fly Hey Lord, would ya look out for him tonight For it gets rough along the way
way that the way that the wind blows? And ain't that the way that the way that the wind blows? And ain't that the way that the way that the wind blows
love that tells it all Gives you the strength to walk mighty tall With a song in yo' heart most every day, is what you need along the way Things get
m loose inside my skin And all the walls are wearin' thin Shoot out all the traffic lights On your way to the dead of night Somewhere far along Singin
I've been long, a long way from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store
do me, when you do me like that And i love the way it feels to fall asleep on your back Oh i love the way it feels, oh man, i love the way you feel
your mind a posh country club The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose There's no way these people
cry I know I've got a good thing, girl, so don't you worry I'll go outta my way to keep you satisfied We've got a future, gotta move along I know it